We just finished dinner. I made cashew chicken but the kids don't really like it, so normally I just give them rice & chicken with Mark's mom's honey sauce.
I opened the jar that I keep in the refrigerator and gave it a smell and thought, "hmmm, smells a little different" but still poured it on their meals.

I asked Dylan a minute later, "how does the rice taste?".
He said, "good mom".

I then gave it a try and still felt it wasn't quite right and then had Mark taste and he said "yep, that isn't good".

As I'm clearing the kids bowls Dylan says, "Mom I really didn't think it tasted good when you asked but didn't want your feelings to be hurt that you didn't make a good meal".

Made my night. So sweet! :)